I warned him I was going to post about this as he was bent over, pliers in hand, working to fix a delicate link of the chain in one of my favorite necklaces. He's not really a handyman, but he knows some things. We first met at a Christian camp where I was working after I graduated college. The year was 1994. He was a sailor visiting his parents who worked at the camp and our paths crossed at the same time. He wasn't there for long, but just long enough. Long enough for a spark to catch, long enough for a friendship to bud, and long enough to fix my broken curling iron. When he finished messing around with the contraption, he said, "Now say,'You're a good man, Charlie Brown'". "You're a good man, Charlie Brown", I repeated.
I've said that often over the years and it always makes us grin. Greatness comes in all shapes and sizes. Greatness comes in all forms of kindness big and small. And greatness comes in the every day honest-to-goodness-ordinary.
His greatness shines when he stops on the way home from a long day of college courses to buy flowers for me--just because. It shows when he texts me offering to pick up dinner somewhere when I've had a long day. His quiet ways speak the loudest in the natural ways of a genuinely kind person, in the every day. Whether he's working on a curling iron trying to impress me or bent over delicate chain links in a necklace to assist me, it matters to me. You're a good man, Charlie Brown.